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Name: Andrea
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Columbus
Gender: Female


Interests: Enjoying life, writing, reading, and making people laugh.
Expertise: Eastern European, Minnesotan, Brooklyn, Gaelic, and German accents. Scrabble. Being cool.
Occupation: Student


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Member Since: 4/9/2004

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I've got news for you

I've started a new weblog.
Xanga season has come to a close. 
It's been a good run.

Click here to visit my new blog.


Thursday, November 15, 2007

Currently Listening
The Night's Bloom
By Pinetop Seven
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shiver me timbers

FACT: I wear a space suit at work.

Well, it's not really a space suit, but it is Biological Safety Level 3-appropriate gear with a facemask, a respirator, and a surgical gown. It's like I've finally arrived in the land of the nerds. I'm here. I did it. I'm a scientist. Kinda.

Work is getting cooler. It's gotten to the point where I get to be a little more independent and involved in things. The next great big grown-up feeling I hope to achieve is the feeling of being useful.  That's gonna be a big day, when I get that one down pat. I might throw a cocktail party and everything. All in good time, Andrea. All in good time.

My sister forwarded me a link to a blog yesterday. It provided me with one of the best laughs I've had for a while. Please enjoy it.

http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/strap-in-shut-up-and-hold-on-were-going.html

I don't want to add any of my own commentary, either. It's great just the way it is.

............

Sometimes I think about leaving Xanga for blogspot and doing a total re-launch of my blog. It seems like there are only a few devoted readers (not that I'm ungrateful for you three, by any means) around here... and, uh, how can I say this without sounding conceited? I want more attention. There, I said it. I'm conceited. I like it when people read the things I say and laugh. er... something.

I'm an entertainer at heart.


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Currently Listening
Blackout
By Scorpions
No One Like You
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Pam! Pam, Pam, Pam!

The Richmond Marathon was on Saturday. It runs right in front of our apartment.

The last time I lived by a marathon route, I almost went crazy with all the spastic clapping that went on. This time, it was different. It was FUN.

Tiffany and I started out having brunch at a diner down the block where we could watch the runners come by. When we came back, we set chairs on the sidewalk in front of our apartment, wrapped up in blankets, and watched the runners some more. A lot of them had their names somewhere on their shirts, or some otherwise notable physical attire (wearing all pink, for example), so sometimes we would call their names out and cheer them on.

The best part was at the end of our block, though-- there is a bar there, and on the patio were a bunch of young guys drinking and cheering on the runners. They would see the name of a runner on their jersey -- if the runner's name was monosyllabic, they would sing out the beginning of "Eye of The Tiger" with their name (a la the Starbucks Doubleshot commercials). "Dan! Dan, Dan, Dan! Dan, Dan, Dan! Dan, Dan Dan...."). For disyllabic names, they'd just chant the name: "Car-rie! Car-rie! Car-rie!" or "Here we go, Michael, here we go!"  The runners loved it. They enjoyed the encouragement, and some of them would yell back or wave or otherwise play along. At one point, the guys chanted at one runner to the tune of "Stars and Stripes Forever" (the part that goes 'be kind to your web-footed friend'): "Have a beer, have a beer, have a beer, (etc.)" while holding out a cup of beer. And the guy actually turned around and took the beer!

There was also a runner who juggled the whole way. The guys sang the same stars-and-stripes tune, but used the words "nice balls" ... ok, I cracked up. I know. Juvenile. Collegey. I'm a sucker for inappropriate humor sometimes.

Further on down the line was a guy in a big viking hat who would pick a person and run along with them for a block or so, then return to his post and repeat.

Lots of  (young!) people were cheering the runners on. It was a really positive atmosphere. Good stuff.


Thursday, November 08, 2007

When it rains, it pours...

And now my car won't start.

 

I'm getting tired of being positive. Looks like it's time to start that emo band I was talking about.

*combs hair over face*


Monday, November 05, 2007

The Richmond Scale

I've decided that I need to start qualifying my conversations with a scale. I will call it The Richmond Scale.

Because the plain fact is, life is not awesome. But it's not bad. What I'm doing with myself is really a great move for my career. It's kind of like a year of ... oh, say, dentalwork. Or a strict diet. It is not pleasant. But it's the right thing to do.

In light of that, things may not actually be awesome for the rest of the year. So when my friends and family ask me how I've been or how my weekend was, my first inclination is to answer them on the Columbus Scale: I'm away from my best friends and all of my family. Nobody here is nearly as goofy and bizarre as I want to be. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. So if I look at my weekend with that perspective, I'm naturally going to answer the inquirers, "my weekend sucked. my life sucks." But that's not really true.

Thus, I developed the Richmond Scale. When I look at my weekend using this new, improved scale, I take into consideration that I'm just plain not going to have the lifestyle I spent 23 years cultivating in Columbus. Looking at my weekend under the Richmond Scale, I must say I had a rather good one. I spent time with new friends. The weather was quite nice. I got my Mystery Science Theater 3000 volume 6 in the mail (finally!). Those things are quite satisfactory.

The end.



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